Four Minutes

March 25, 2012
By anneke.levine BRONZE, Madison, Connecticut
anneke.levine BRONZE, Madison, Connecticut
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Favorite Quote:
All I can do is be me, whoever that is.
-Bob Dylan

It is a short walk from gym class to history. All she has to do is walk up several flights of stairs and down a hallway. It takes about three minutes to complete the trip. Those three minutes are the most significant ones of her entire day. She looks forward to them, dreads them, loves them, hates them.
When the bell shrilly announces their arrival, her heart beats faster and she hefts her bag onto her shoulder. The time has come.
She shuffles slowly down the hallway through a sea of blurred faces. Her friend talks excitedly beside her, but the words don’t register. She’s scanning the crowd. He’s easy to find; his height makes his face stand out above the rest.
But where is he? She knows his path by heart; this is the corner where she passes him every day. No sign of him. She feels an overwhelming wave of despair. Where is he?
There. One face stands out clearly to her among the blurred crowd. She has only a few seconds to look at him: the face she once knew so well, the arms that held her, the fingers that used to lace themselves through hers with such ease.
For one eternal moment, his icy blue gaze meets her despairing brown one. Those azure eyes used to watch her so fondly at her from only inches away; now they are worlds apart. Memories, emotions, unspoken words pass between them in just one glance. Then, with a small shake of his head he walks on.
Suddenly she becomes aware of the rest of the world surrounding her: the hum of voices, the students scurrying quickly through the hallway to reach their class before the bell. She feels the urge to look back and watch him disappear down the hallway, but she does not. Squaring her shoulders, she continues the journey to history class.
There are twenty-three hours and approximately fifty-eight minutes until the bell rings again at the end of gym class. She can’t wait.

The author's comments:
I've had my heart broken. This story describes an experience that I've endured, going to the same school as the boy who broke it. I know other girls (and probably boys) feel the same, and I hope they know through this story that they're not alone - when they somehow memorize someone's schedule, or realize they're only looking for one face in the hallways. It happens to the best of us; all we can do is make the best of life and know that what seems to important to us now will someday just be a faded memory.

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on Mar. 29 2012 at 5:20 pm
Icillict PLATINUM, New Holland, Pennsylvania
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Favorite Quote:
Love <3

I love this story, it completly describes me. The girl who knows when and where he will stand, and know that she will proably never have those loving memories again, and only the turn of his head stuck in your mind. You are truly something great, keep up the work. Cheers to you :)


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